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sunshineverse2015-05-12 12:23 pm
not_thedragon) wrote in sunshineverse2015-05-12 12:23 pm
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[open] 05/10 - 05/13
Who: Sasuke and friends, the children's television show that no child should watch
When: 05/10 - 05/13
Where: A hospital room shared with Kakashi and all the adults expressing affection that surrounds him
Notes: Physically, he's pretty healed up. He's mostly under observation, and his charts are very basic due to classified information.
In some ways, quarantine had been relaxing. Most of the time had been spent feeling his bones knit together in the right ways, the delicate ligaments healed in stages and left to find their natural flexibility. They still felt fragile, though no longer as hesitant as they'd been holding the pen to write his brief report, and tired faster than normal. But that had been part of basic T&I training. Hand damage. He was lucky they hadn't taken any of the fingers off.
He was lucky they hadn't done any number of things. They'd wanted to convince him more than extract intel, he thought, and had tried to convey to the interrogator -- masked, voice coolly professional but familiar. It spoke to confidence in more than one way.
It was something he might have liked to chew over with more than the silence of the cell, or the simple scrolls left to him to entertain himself.
But he hadn't been trusted. Wouldn't be for a long time, perhaps; he'd seen as much in the tight drawn lines of the faces that passed through, assessing. Even after his two agents had materialized the day before his release, smiles brittle but voices firm, one with the terrible white twist of bandage still covering his eyes: Uchiha didn't act of his own volition. He hadn't, but he'd been susceptible to control.
That was the word that kept flickering through even in the relative comfort of the hospital. The medic-nin had tsked at him but rigged him with an IV for hydration, and it was maybe irrational to want to see the tamper-proof seal on the saline drip. Definitely irrational, but ... he'd been susceptible.
He closed his eyes briefly at the knock on the door, waiting to see if the footsteps wound around to his curtained half of the room, if he'd need to -- the most relaxing thing about quarantine, ultimately, was not needing to think about what his face did.
When: 05/10 - 05/13
Where: A hospital room shared with Kakashi and all the adults expressing affection that surrounds him
Notes: Physically, he's pretty healed up. He's mostly under observation, and his charts are very basic due to classified information.
In some ways, quarantine had been relaxing. Most of the time had been spent feeling his bones knit together in the right ways, the delicate ligaments healed in stages and left to find their natural flexibility. They still felt fragile, though no longer as hesitant as they'd been holding the pen to write his brief report, and tired faster than normal. But that had been part of basic T&I training. Hand damage. He was lucky they hadn't taken any of the fingers off.
He was lucky they hadn't done any number of things. They'd wanted to convince him more than extract intel, he thought, and had tried to convey to the interrogator -- masked, voice coolly professional but familiar. It spoke to confidence in more than one way.
It was something he might have liked to chew over with more than the silence of the cell, or the simple scrolls left to him to entertain himself.
But he hadn't been trusted. Wouldn't be for a long time, perhaps; he'd seen as much in the tight drawn lines of the faces that passed through, assessing. Even after his two agents had materialized the day before his release, smiles brittle but voices firm, one with the terrible white twist of bandage still covering his eyes: Uchiha didn't act of his own volition. He hadn't, but he'd been susceptible to control.
That was the word that kept flickering through even in the relative comfort of the hospital. The medic-nin had tsked at him but rigged him with an IV for hydration, and it was maybe irrational to want to see the tamper-proof seal on the saline drip. Definitely irrational, but ... he'd been susceptible.
He closed his eyes briefly at the knock on the door, waiting to see if the footsteps wound around to his curtained half of the room, if he'd need to -- the most relaxing thing about quarantine, ultimately, was not needing to think about what his face did.
no subject
Naruto wasn't sure, though, and poking at Sasuke straight from the off had never brought forward any successful results before, so he held back. See, he could learn his lesson. Sometimes. When it involved personal gain.
"Oiy! I've been doin' plenty, y'know!" He shifted the bag aside a little more and moved to mirror Sasuke's sitting position on the end of his bed, crossed legs and all. "I've been outta town too while you've been off explorin' or whatever."
no subject
What had been left out of his interrogation with Konoha's intel, still classified, still bodies all in a row and blood pooling --
He folded his arms, ignoring how awkward it made his position in the bed, and tucked his hands between bicep and ribcage, before delivering as unimpressed an expression as he could at first Naruto and then the bag he shifted out of the way in order to take over Sasuke's bed. Naruto's travels had been distantly on his radar (it wasn't like he was keeping track), much like Naruto's occasional brag about training (which he was keeping track of), and it wasn't like he'd been jealous, but they'd sounded interesting.
More interesting than the next two months would be for Sasuke, at least.
"I suppose being a tourist is plenty of work for you," he conceded, before not in any way expressing curiosity in the answer to: "How long are you going to be in the village this time?"
no subject
He folded his arms, let his expression go sullen, and actually managed to withhold his answer for a moment or two... before he caved, unable to resist the sharing of information.
"I'm here for at least the month. Next month, I dunno. Depends how the borders are lookin'... They've been real tough, you noticed that?"
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Silence would work for the answer he wanted (not that he cared), too, and did within seconds. A month was longer than usual -- was Obito holding Naruto back out of concern over the situation? In preparation for the exams?
Sasuke's mouth twisted when Naruto asked if he'd noticed the border trouble, barely holding back a sarcastic no, not at all. "If border trouble is keeping you here, then you'll be here for a while."
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"Yeah? You find somethin' out while you were off on your secret mission?" What? No, of course he wasn't still sore about not being told where Sasuke had been for the past month or whatever. It wasn't like team-mates should look out for team-mates or anything.
"So what's goin' on with the borders then, huh? Y'know how much trouble I had passin' back through the small villages to get home at the start of the month?? Way too much. It was a nightmare, I've never seen it that bad." He scooted closer along the bedsheets and hunched his shoulders, the bag he'd brought laying forgotten at his knee as he focused in on Sasuke. Really he should have known better than to expect any juicy details from Sasuke, but hey, he could hope. Maybe this time.
no subject
Complaining about the small villages, clearly still active around the time Sasuke had been rescued (by Gaara and another Suna-nin and Tenten, and that stung in a weird way). His hands itched for the seal he'd been using to contain the map, the questions already on his lips for what trouble, and where, and exactly when.
And then he swallowed them. It wasn't his investigation anymore. He'd fucked up. Whatever the official reason was, whatever pretty words Obito used to dress it up, he'd fucked up. He'd blinded a man and now he was staring at a fixed point past Naruto's shoulder, rearranging words on autopilot -- he'd blinded a man so now -- no longer really seeing the source in front of him, just --
"If you've been hitting border trouble, you should report to T&I." Who was running point on the situation now? Itachi? "The sooner the better, while the details are fresh." Or the mask who had interrogated him, nondescript and noncommittal exactly as an Intel agent should be? "Provide time and date of assignments so they can be cross-referenced."